Dan, who answers via telephone, is at firstreluctant to explain what his music is about.He offers, with vagueness uncharacteristicto him, “it’s light... lighthearted... I don’t know.” He seems suspicious of my intentions, but soonsucks away into a charming wave of glossolalia. “Dotchikarima. Ochikarima-sensation.Sensation. Don’t you see? We’re all living inthe dotchikariima. Sensation. Sensation.” The impetus of word-chaos excites the waveinto finding its ocean, and he continues: “It’s about rainbows, boners, goats, waterfalls,eyelashes, rocks, dirt, pine needles, needles,eyeglasses, sore throats, curly hair, straighthair, straight or gay, CD rainbow reflections,universal temples, happiness, sadness, eternity,bathtubs, yarn, mermaids, dolphins, the colorblue... red, purple, light shades of yellow...Alexa, Joe, Daniel, Andy.... no. No, no, no, stop.I’m done.”
There is a silence, and Joe turns off thespeaker on his phone. I can only hearone end of the conversation, now. Joeseems to have realized that Dan hasone more thing to add. He turns thespeaker back on. Dan’s gnomish voicegurgles sweetly from the other side,and adds one more influence to his list: “...love!”
Pregnant & zecki am sun use computers,guitars and their minds to create electroniccompositions that explore the nature of thespirit. They take a break from the capital cityto tour the Pacific Northwest this month.for more information:myspace.com/lostlamp
“It seems like Dan and I aremetaphysical aura-trashprojectors,” says Joe, anchored bya pithy, feral expression, whichlooks beyond objects — as thoughhe is channeling his descriptionfrom a source outside of fractaledself-consciousness.
It seems like our music mostly emits from oureyes but masked by our... what is that word?What is it when you’re really uncoordinated?” While Joe himself is not verbally remiss, hisarticulative powers — remarkably strong — relyon a fluidity that can at times defy lingualconvention, in favor of abstraction. He findsthe word he was looking for, which isstrangely obvious: “...clumsy. Clumsy. Clumsy instrument juggling juggles.”
ZECKI AM SUN
by Alexa Shapiro